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      Summer Holiday   Belgrade is a //    ‘kaleidoscopic cityscape’     //     it is also    //  burning,   it is  //    burning  // and I only just understood what that meant  //   Stay indoors   //   don’t eat sushi     //   there are tanks on...

      Number One She wore a flowered dress and the Autumn sun came through the glass so light chalk dust was a mist between me, the window and the path to the churchyard where in a flint wall coins were left for me to find. Was it the first day? We...

      Your body is small as a folded receipt in a pocket and he clings to it like drowning in a downy nightgown. he believes he is wrapping you in silk so smooth you can forget his rutting crotch like a hog come to water. you are impassive; you look at...

      Sea Triptych Caught at the cusp just as the tide starts to ebb fingers of dark rock, orthogonal to the waterline reach out towards the setting sun. The sun, covered by thin cloud, casts silver light right up to where the sea’s foam hits the darker...

      Winter Road I after Georgia O’Keeffe It’s not exactly a road, more the idea of one and maybe not even that, a symbol, a cedilla, this mirror-written C that sweeps across the canvas, kinking at the top, where Route 84 mounts the crest of a rise,...

      Mother to daughter Rejection tastes like stale beer, stinks like old carpets, cup- a soup. Other people’s grime greases the corners of a rented flat, floating, unmoored in some Midlands town where the rain is unrelenting. The cream immobile phone...

      Ignitor propellant In a gun the main propellant charge needs energy supplied as heat, before it will react and burn.  The heat is supplied by the ignitor system that consists of a type of propellant that requires little energy to burn, but is...

      Opting For Happiness She puts her child in the car seat on the right side of the pickup. It is a ripe Indian summer day. The smoke-like dust from the dry dirt road swirls in the slight breeze and then is no more.     R. Gerry Fabian is a...

      Pink Pink lips came over to our table while we ate dinner said hello to her friend in front of me leaned on the table with one hand the other on her hip she told us about her son, job, salad, her tipple and her very old pink vintage bottle.  ...

      Greetings and Salutations “I’ll know that civilisation has completely collapsed when bus drivers stop waving to each other.” - Joanne Limburg Idle thoughts of a bus driver number something-or-other in a series of the infinite: what if the beaky...

      New craft I'm taking delivery of a house that flies. Wish us well, and hope it will respond to our touch. The tyres hum on the tarmac, then no longer as all the senses lift. Pull back the stick. The passing light sets you to navigate. Looking down...

      E47 I like that morning is a verb - everything doing and being, hiving at the tangled docking stations of perhaps- a hypothetical, taglog Tense, like channelling  the multitasking buzzibees, North Circular - overloading zero hours, burned-out...

      Glass For obvious reasons the first rule in any art gallery or museum is don’t touch the art even if the works seem to be behind glass Is that really glass he asks the guard we’ve never seen that before and we’ve been to the Louvre in Paris and...

      Goethals Football field, Kurseong I watch a lonesome Tibetan horse grazing on the Goethals football field ; solitary clouds chew sadness all morning here, as if, it is their staple food at breakfast The starving fog licks the whole body of the...

      The Unholy Spirit If Jesus was the type to enjoy a drink,  then the porcelain version pinned at our front door would surely be happier than he looks Beneath his feet, a round finger bowl, eternally brimming with holy water. Never a dry-dip in this...